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THE AUTIIOR AND A FRIEND.
Tirst thought to rin " for't ; (for bi kind
Which held them haith, till o'er a dyke A bare's nae fechter o, ye maun mind '4) A herd came stending" wi his tyke", But seeing, that wi "S aw its strength
And fill'd poor Maukin, sairly rueen,
Whan forc'd to drink of her ain browiu's.
“ Here take your papers.”_"Ilave you look'd To rin a mile of up-hill grund
them o'er?” Before it gets a rig-braid frae 34"
“ Yes, half a dozen times, I think, or more." The place its in, though doon the brael." “And will they pass?"-"They'll serve but for a Mawkin withis began to frisk,
day ; And thinkin 36 there was little risk,
Pew books can now do more: you know the way; Clapt baith ber feet on Partan's back,
A trifle's puff’d till one edition's sold, And turn'd him awald 77 in a crack.
In half a week at most a book grows old. To see the creature sprawl, her sport
The penny turu'd 's the only point in view, Grew twice as good, yet prov'd but short. So ev'ry thing will pass if 'tis but new.”For patting wi her fi188, in play,
“ By what you say I easily can guess Just whar the Partan's pippers lay,
You rank me with the drudges for the press; He gript it fast, which made her squeel,
Who from their garrets show'r Pindarics down, And think she bourded 39 wi the deil.
Or plaintive elegies to lull the town."She strave to rin, and made a fistle:
“You take me wrong: I only meant to say, The tither catch'd a tough bur thristleto:
That ev'ry book that 's new will have its day;
The best no more: for books are seldom read; Towel e which comes in place of a is by a meta- The world's grown dull, and publishing, a trade. thesis put between ibe consonants & and , to
Were this not so, cou'd Ossian's deathless strains, soften the sound.
Of high heroic times the sole remains, " Rin] Run.
Strains which display perfections to our view, 11 Fechter] Fighter.
Which polish'd Greece and Italy ne'er knew, * Ye mann mind) You must remember.
With modern epics share one common lot, " Wiazo] With all.
This day applauded and the next furgot ?"
“ Enough of this; to put the question plain, to confine cattle when they pasture to a particu- Will men of sense and taste approve my strain ?
Will my old-fashion'd sense and comic ease -7 Baulder] Bolder.
With better judges have a chance to please?" 18 Feckless) Feeble. Feckful and feckless
"The question's plain, but hard to be resolv'd; signify strong and weak, I suppose from the verb One little less important can be solvd : to effect.
The nien of sense and taste, believe it true, " Rens, or am mistaen] Knows, or I am in a Will ne'er to living authors give their due.
They 're candidates for fame in diff'rent ways; so Gang) Go.
One writes romances and another plays, 3" Its lane] Alone, or without assistance.
A third prescribes you rules for writing well, 32 Steitters] Walks iu a weak stumbling way.
Yet bursts with envy if you shou'd excel. " All be bund] I will be bound.
Through all fame's walks, the college and the * Arig-braid frae] The breadth of a ridge
court, from. In Scotland about four fathoms.
The field of combat and the field of sport; * Brae) An ascent or descent. It is worth the stage, the pulpit, scnate-house and bar, observing, that the Scotch when they mention a Merit with merit lives at constant war.” rising ground with respect to the whole of it,
All who can judge affect not public fame; they call it a knau if small, and a hill if great; of those that do the paths are not the same : but if they respect only one side of either, they A grave historian hardly needs to fear call it a brae: which is probably a corruption of The rival glory of a sonnetteer: the English word brow, according to the analogy The deep philosopher, who turns mankind i mentioned before.
Quite inside outwards, and dissects the mind, * ThinkinThinking. When polysyllables Wou'd look but whimsical and strangely vut, terminate in ing, the Scotch almost
always neg- Togrudge some quack his treatise on the gout.” – lect the g, which softens the sound. Awald] Topsy-turvy.
superfluous consonants to roughen the sound, 3 Fil] Foot.
when such sounds are more agreeable to the * Bourded] To bourd with any person is to roughness of the thing represented. attack him in the way of jest.
4' Stending] Leaping. ** Thristle] Thistle.' The Scotch, though
4. Tyke] Dog. they commonly affect soft sounds, and throw out 43 Brouin]
Brewing. " To drink of one's consonants and take in vowels in order to obtain own brewing," is a proverbial expression for sufthem, yet in some cases, of which this is an ex-fering the effects of one's own misconduct. The ample, they do the very reverse: and bring in English say, " As they bake, so let them brew."
“ Hold, hold, my friend, all this I know, and At first when savage men in quest of food, more;
Like lions, wolves and tigers, rang'd the wood, An ancient bard. has told us long before ; They had but just what simple nature craves, And by examples easily decided,
Their garments skins of beasts, their houses That folks of the same trades are most divided. But folks of diff'rent trades that hunt for fame
When prey abounded, from its bleeding dam Are constant rivals, and their ends the same: Pity would spare a kidling or a lamb, It needs do proof, you'll readily confess, Which, with their children nurs'd and fed at That merit envies merit more or less:
home, The passion rules alike in those who share Soon grew domestic and forgot to roam : Of public reputation, or despair.
From such beginnings flocks and berds were seer. Varrus has knowledge, humour, taste, and sense, To spread and thicken on the woodland green: Cou'd purchase laurels at a small expense; With property, injustice soon began, [man. But wise and learn'd, and eloquent in vain, And they that prey'd on beasts now prey'd or He sleeps at ease in pleasure's silken chain : Communities were fram'd, and laws to bind Will Varrus help you to the Muse's crown, In social intercourse the human kind. Which, but for indolence, might be his own? These things were new, they had not got their 'Timon with art and industry aspires
names, To fame; the world applauds him, and admires: "And right and wrong were yet uncommon themes: Timon has sense, and will not blame a line The rustic senator, untaught to draw He knows is good, from envy or design: Conclusions in morality or law, Some gen’ral praise he'll carelessly express, Of every term of art and science bare, Which just amounts to none, and sometimes less: Wanted plain words his sentence to declare; But if his penetrating sense should spy
Much more at length to manage a dispute, Such beauties as escape a vulgar eye,
Toclear, inforce, illustrate and confute; So finely couch'd, their value to enhance, Fable was then found out, 'tis worth your heedThat all are pleas'd, yet think they're pleas'd by And answerd all the purposes of pleading. (ing, chance;
It won the head with unsuspected art, Rather than blab such secrets to the throng, And touch'd the secret springs that more thé He'd lose a finger, or bite off his tongue.
heart: Narcissus is a beau, but not an ass,
With this premis'd, I add, that men delight He likes your works, but most his looking-glass; To have their first condition still in sight. Will he to serve you quit his favourite care, Long since the sires of Brunswick's line forsook Turn a book-pedant and offend the fair?
The hunter's bow, and dropt the shepherd's. Clelia to taste and judgment may pretend;
crook : She will not blame your verse, nor dares com- | Yet, 'midst the charms of royalty, their race mend :
Still loves the forest, and frequents the chase. A modest virgin always shuns dispute;
The high-born maid, whose gay apartments sbine Soft Strephon likes you not, and she is mute. With the rich produce of each Indian mine, Stern Aristarchus, who expects renown
Sighs for the open fields, the past'ral hook, From ancient merit rais'd, and new knock'd To sleep delightful near a warbling brook ; down,
And loves to read the ancient tales that tell For faults in every syllable will pry,
How queens themselves fetch'd water from the Whate'er be finds is good he'll pass it by."
well. “ Hold, hold, enough! All act from private if this is true, and all affect the ways
Of patriarchal life in former days, Authors and wits were ever slipp'ry friends :"
Pable must please the stupid, the refind, “ But say, will vulgar readers like my lays ? Wisdom's first dress to court the op'ning mind." When such approve a work, they always praise.” “You reason well, cou'd nature hold her course,
“ To speak my sentiments, your tales I fear Where vice exerts her tyranny by force : Are but ill saited to a vulgar ear.
Are natural pleasures suited to a taste, Will city readers, us'd to better sport,
Where nature's laws are alter'd and defac'd? The politics and scandals of a court, (pore, The healthful swain who treads the dewy mead, Well vouch'd from Grub-street, on your pages Enjoys the music warbled o'er his head; For what they ne'er can know, or knew before?
Feels gladness at his heart while he inhales Many have thought, and I among the rest, The fragrance wafted in the balmy gales. That fables are but useless things at best : Not so Silenus from his night's debauch, Plain words without a metaphor may serve Fatigu'd and sick, he looks upon his watch To tell us that the poor must work or starve. With rheumy eyes and forehead aching sore, We need no stories of a cock and bull
And staggers home to bed to belch and snore; To prove that graceless scribblers must be dull. For such a wretch in vain the morning glows, Thai hope deceives; that never to excel, For him in vain the vemal zephyr blows: 'Gainst spite and envy is the only spell All this, without an emblem, I suppose
The author speaks of those only who upor Might pass for sterling truth in verse or prose,”
the dispersion of mankind fell into perfect barba. “Sir, take a seat, my answer will be long; rism, and emerged from it again in the way Yet weigh the reasons and you'll find them strong. which he describes, and not of those who had
laws and arts from the beginning by divine tra. Hesiod.
Gross pleasures are his taste, his life a chain While moon-struck poets in a wild-goose chase
Pursue contempt, and begg'ry, and disgrace.”
Whether I'm well and up, or keep my bed,
Am warm and full, or neither cloth'd nor fed,
“ Unhappy lad, who will not spend your time
The praise of conduct steady, wise, and good,
In prose is best express'd and understood.
Nor are those sov'reigns blessings to their age
Whose shaded banks afford a safe retreat
From whose pure wave the thirsty peasant drains
At this address how would the courtiers laugh! Which bears the shepherds and their flocks along, det ‘My lord, you're always blundering: quit your Armd with the vengeance of the angry skies, staff:
Is view'd with admiration and surprise ;
And rises to renown by doing ill.